In the quiet woods where whispers dwell, Beneath the canopy of ancient trees, A path unfolds, a tale to tell,…
In the hush of winter’s final breath, Where snowy whispers meet the earth, Robert Frost found his peaceful rest, Embraced…
Beneath the canopy of ancient trees, Where whispers dance upon the breeze, I find the echoes of your verse, In…
Amidst the woods so dark and deep, Where Robert’s verses often leap. The trails he chose, the roads less trod,…
Amidst the woods, where shadows dance, And whispers of the leaves enhance, The silence of the forest’s song, A place…